Do what you will with my ashes
They are not me
Or, if you feel the need
Plant a sapling
Say, a Mountain Ash
In a stand of poplars
Perhaps my leavings will help its hardiness
And you will have a point of constancy
To which you may return
My loves
Forget me not
Carry me always
The tree will abide.
This is lovely – I also like the idea to nourishing life long after I’m gone. Some people think talking about death/dying is morbid – but hey it’s the only guarantee we all have! Death and taxes etc. I enjoy your writing Lee, keep it up!
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Thank you, Carol!
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You are most welcome
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I love this. You so echo my feelings. (or I echo yours in my head) You get the picture!
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